Tuesday, May 29, 2007

My brain is a jumbled mess this morning as I try to write an entry. I have a thousand things to say, and am at a loss to put them together in a coherent form. So, how ‘bout a bulleted list?

Friday night, I took a cab from the airport to my brother’s apartment. I was on the phone with a friend of mine and she asked what I was doing. So, I told her, “I’m in a cab on the way to meet John Mark”. Her (priceless) response, “BY YOURSELF?”. (Yes, I’m an adult now, so I should be able to take a cab ride solo and be O-kay. Very funny!)

Finally got to go to the Statue of Liberty.

Went to church Sunday, and my brother willingly agreed to go to the singles class. It was not what he expected, but I am so happy that he went. This also let to a conversation in the airport yesterday to remind him that I am the big sister, and sometimes I actually do know better.

More reading and reflecting on the plane with the book, amidst programming a playlist for the screen on the seat in front of me. Delta is officially stepping up their “A-game” when you can program a music playlist that includes Def Leppard and the soundtrack from High School Musical.

David Caruso is now on my refrigerator. I purchased CSI:Miami magnets and a t-shirt. That’s right… I slept with David Caruso last night without any shame.

I’m now the proud owner of a Price is Right mug. Don’t be hatin’.

I got dehydrated TWICE this weekend because JM and I walked so much.

I did damage to my feet too. Not as bad as Thanksgiving ’04, but pretty darn close. I hope I don’t have to run after anything today or for the next three days, because that won’t be happening.

Can anybody explain to me why, at the South Terminal at Atlanta’s Hartsfield Airport, you can only access floors 1, 3, and 4 from the elevator? Do you remember when Bono counted 1, 2, 3, 14 in Vertigo? Is this the same kind of situation????? And why, pray tell, do I manage to foolishly park on Level 2???

I believe that I, ALONE, keep Kleenex and Kimberly-Clark in business. I use more Kleenexes than anyone should EVER have to.

My eyes are still not well. I think I’m going to self-diagnose and keep myself in glasses for a few more days.

I’m totally addicted to Burger King’s Chicken Biscuit.

I think that’s all for now. I have a lot more to say, but I’ll work on getting it together later. There’s work to be done. Happy Tuesday Interpeeps.